Upon learning that I used to write a sex blog, Molly has asked that I chronicle our exploits. It has been years since I have written anything so am rusty and would appreciate constructive criticism from my fellow writers on the site. I wil be posting chapters to this thread as I rework them.

This is an actual retelling of events. It is not a simple stroke story. The names have all been changed, including mine, to protect the not so innocent. The dialog is as accurate as I can recall but as some events took place over fie years ago I am not 100% on it.

Prologue
It happened by accident. But that is what they all say, right? I think of myself as a nice guy, but the list of those who would disagree gets longer every day. Every time I indulge the darkness within me, I end up with someone new who despises me. Despite this fact, I couldn’t stop myself.

But I wasn’t always this way. I was raised to be a good guy. My parents were very active in the church, and I studied the Bible extensively. I was also a bit of a nerd so I didn’t date until I was 17. I had only three girlfriends before I got married. I should have waited a bit, but I was smitten.

It all started after my divorce. I was hurt by my ex-wife’s betrayal and I couldn’t think straight. At least that is what I tell myself so my conscience doesn’t eat me alive. Of course, that assumes I have a conscience. Based on what I’ve done time and time again I am not certain I do, or perhaps mine works differently than it is supposed to. I’m sure a shrink would have a lot to say on the matter, but I honestly don’t care.

After my ex used me and threw me away, I determined it would never happen again. I lived my life by three simple rules: love does not exist so seek lust instead; women only serve one function (as I knew how to cook and clean); and women are meant to be used as all of them crave to fulfill this base instinct. Since love was a figment, I determined that making love was useless. So I fucked the women I took to bed, as hard as I could and as much as they would allow before begging me to stop. I was insatiable and could go for hours.

In the five years that followed, I proved these rules over and over again. I was astonished to find that the worse I treated these women, the more they loved it. I was brutally honest about my intention to fuck them and dump then, but it only seemed to drive them to take me to bed. Perhaps they thought they would be the one to “cure” me, but I wasn’t broken.

I am an average looking guy, standing at 6’1” and was a bit on the heavy side back then, weighing in at just over 235 pounds. But I rarely spent a night without getting laid except for by my choice or I was sick. The longest I went without sex was ten days, and that was due to having the flu. I was rarely monogamous and would dump any girl who suggested it. Also, I never took a woman back to my place. I remembered how a friend in college would have women he had slept with show up at odd times and didn’t want that to happen to me. Plus I dislike sleeping in clammy, sweat-soaked sheets and after hours of fucking there was hardly a dry spot on the bed. So I always went to her place or paid for a cheap hotel.

I rarely used my real name and lied about where I worked. Maybe it was a bit paranoid of me, but I could see one of my sluts showing up where I worked and making a scene. I am sure it would have been good for my reputation around the office but I avoided drama as much as possible. So I stuck with my lies and enjoyed one woman after another.

Sometimes I would meet a woman who refused to admit her craving to be used like the cheap slut she was, but it happened infrequently. I did little more than show my disdain for her before seducing another. I was addicted to finding and seducing women. I would then heap abuse and degradation on them until I grew bored and went looking for a fresh pussy or ass for my cock. The longest I was with a woman was five months before I grew bored. By then she did anything I wanted without hesitation, including forcing her husband to eat my cum out of her cunt or ass. As fun as that was to hear, I dumped her after having her star in a gangbang with over 20 guys, one of who was her husband’s boss. I heard he fired the husband the next morning. Maybe I shouldn’t have made him go last.

It was even sweeter when I took a nearly virginal innocent and turned her into a raving cum slut willing to do anything or anyone I desired. I loved shattering her precious world view and molding her into something her parents and friends couldn’t recognize. Where just the thought of my hot, sticky cum exploding on or in her was enough to make her weak-kneed and she had to have it at least once a week or would go crazy and she would beg me to fuck her senseless.

I found out the hard way that virgins are simply too clingy and not worth the trouble they cause. I had to forgo my favorite bar for nearly a year after that encounter. I went after married women as often as I did single women. But after a run in with a very large, very pissed off husband I refused to fuck them at home, relying on cheap hotels or in a dark corner of the club where we met. I loved hearing them compare the way I fucked them with their husbands. I never used a condom with the married women, preferring to send them back home wearing or dripping my seed from their well fucked bodies. I refused to let them shower in the hotel, saying that I needed the hot water for me.

Some of the women had trouble letting go so I would sleep with one of her friends or her sister if she was hot enough. If that didn’t work, I would keep sleeping with her friends, family and co-workers until she left me alone. This led to a few tense moments, as I tried to plan the rendezvous so the one who was chasing me would catch us mid-fuck.

I found a kindred spirit in a woman named Cindy who not only knew about my seductions, but helped me lure fresh pussy to our bed. It had become our bed after her boyfriend walked in on us one night. She didn’t stop riding me, just told him to get his shit and leave, that she had found a real man to take care of her. Surprisingly, I never grew tired of her and even came to carry affection for her. She was a bit miffed when I told her my real name and where I worked, but within an hour she was on her knees inhaling my cock.

I loved the way she worshipped my dick like no woman ever had before. She would spend hours enjoying it before swallowing a giant load of cum or painting her face and breasts with it before scraping it up and gobbling it down. She loved it so much that she began sleeping with it in her mouth, leading to a great good morning fuck when I woke. Somehow, she almost always awoke before me and began displaying her talented oral skills until my eyes would open. One morning while we were laying there gasping for breath, I invited her to move in with me to both of our surprise. She wept, as if I had proposed marriage.

I was truly happy for the first time in nearly a decade. She never pushed for more, and was quite content to enjoy what I was willing to give. After a year together, I collared her and was amazed to see how happy it made her . . . and me. We spent the next four months exploring each other’s desires and fulfilling each and every one of them. Sadly, she passed away in a car wreck. I was devastated. I had been in love with her, but had been too afraid to tell her. It is still one of my biggest regrets. Her friend, who we had a three way with several times, tried to seduce me a few weeks after the funeral and I threw her out of my house nearly naked.

I spent the next year drifting, trying to find another like her. But I couldn’t. I tried going back to my old ways, but it seemed hollow somehow. No matter how many sluts I fucked, or what I made them do, it was never enough. The sex was amazing as always, but it failed to alleviate the depression that always followed. A month after the funeral, I began to have trouble sleeping, so I started drinking until I would pass out. Had it not been for my best friend, Mike I would have most likely drunk myself to death. He moved in with me for a few weeks, crashing on my couch while I wallowed in my overpowering grief.

Somehow, I made it. So I quit my job and went back to college to finish my bachelor’s. I took up running and lost the extra weight I had carried since high school now weighing only 185 pounds most of the time. I drop down to about 170 pounds when training for a big run. I am not lanky though as I spend several hours a week lifting weights. I ran several marathons and was thrilled to finally break the 3:30 mark. I buried myself in work and tried to forget what I had lost. I stopped dating entirely and rarely went out as I did not want to be disappointed when the women didn’t measure up to my former love.

I graduated cum laude and took a position at a local high school teaching physics and working as the assistant track coach, working mainly with the cross-country team. I had never coached anyone before, so I simply tried to show them that hard work paid off. I ran with them during every practice and I think I shocked some of them by keeping up with their pace despite being twice their age.

Chapter 1
I was still learning the layout of the school on the first day and was grateful that my first class was my free period. I was wandering the halls in search of the teachers’ lounge, and more importantly a very large cup of coffee, when a gorgeous, petite red head ran into me as I rounded the corner. I staggered back briefly and instinctively wrapped my arms around the energetic woman. We both stared at each other for a moment; then she blushed brightly. I followed the crimson wave as it spread across her face, to her neck and finally disappeared under her loose blouse. I found her reaction quite alluring and couldn’t help but stare, wondering just how far her blush went. Realizing where my eyes were pointed I quickly jerked them back to her face. She apologized for running in to me, saying she was late for work and had to get going. I realized I was still holding her, and quickly dropped my hands to my sides as if I had been caught doing something wrong. She giggled and introduced herself as Molly, the dance teacher and held out her hand. I shook it and held on to it as long as I could without being too obvious. She flashed a dazzling smile at me and I was stunned for a moment by the life that shone from her green eyes before she strode away.

My eyes dropped to her ass of their own volition. She was wearing tight red wind shorts over black compression shorts. I heard her giggle and looked up to see that I was busted so I smiled and shrugged. I called after her, asking where the lounge was and she told me to follow her as it was on the way. I loped after her, easily catching up to her as she hustled along the corridors. She pointed to a windowless door and I waved before reaching for the knob. Okay, so I stared at her ass again before heading inside. I swear there was more sway to her hips than had been there before. As I stepped inside, I realized that I was so enamored by her that I had not given her my name.

There were a few other teachers milling around, and everyone was quick to introduce themselves to the newest member of the faculty. As I was shaking hands, an older woman announced that she knew all the gossip so if I wanted to know anything all I had to do was ask. When the others went back to their conversations, I pulled her aside and asked about Molly. The older woman smiled and said every new male teacher wanted to know about Molly. Molly had been at the school only a few years, starting work there right after getting married. She then informed me about the unmarried teachers at the school and offered to set me up with a few if I wanted. After hearing all the details about the other female teachers I hurried back to my class room before she could pump any more info out of me. As I sat there, my mind drifted back to my encounter with Molly. There was something about her that attracted me, something more than just her good looks.

Thankfully the day passed rather smoothly and before I knew it the final bell had rung. I gathered my things and was headed to the gym to meet up with the cross-county team when I saw Molly heading toward me. A huge smile split my face when I noticed her, nodding my head in greeting. Rather than pass me by she stepped into my path grinning from ear to ear. Her eyes shown with mischief as she said, “I heard you were asking about me.” I groaned, silently berating myself for trusting the older woman’s discretion. Molly giggled and added, “I hope you weren’t TOO disappointed to learn I am married.” Wait, was she flirting with me? Nah, it had to be my imagination. I looked at her hand and confirmed what I had noticed earlier when we shook hands, no ring. I looked back into those emerald eyes, and she blushed slightly. She pulled a long chain from under her blouse, showing me the band. “I don’t wear my ring to work after nearly losing it several times during dance practice.” I nodded. Molly giggled again, “You are a quiet one, Mr. White. I have to get going, before my girls get completely out of hand.” Shit, I was never one to be at a loss for words. What was wrong with me? I managed to say goodbye and shook her hand again. I tried to force my eyes back toward the gym, but I lost the battle and turned to watch her walk away. I saw her turn and flash me another of those dazzling smiles before adding even more sway to her hips. Okay, she is definitely flirting. I grinned to myself, wondering if she flirted with everyone or if I were somehow special. Needless to say, I was completely distracted at practice that afternoon. I saw Molly after, walking to her car. Her hair was pulling out of the ponytail she wore and face was slightly red and covered in sweat from dance practice and I instantly imagined her naked and dancing on my cock. I knew I was in trouble.

After that first day, Molly and I flirted outrageously at work. She seemed to delight in getting me worked up and then sending me to either face a class of teenagers or the cross-country team. I pulled every trick I could think of, but couldn’t seem to rattle her. One Friday I had stayed late to work on some paperwork for the upcoming section. Paperwork is not my favorite thing to do so I was heading to the track to blow off some steam when I heard Molly’s voice describing how hot it made her whenever I touched her. I was shocked to hear her speak like that at school so I stopped and listened. Her sister had surprised her with a visit and I was blown away when she asked Molly to set us up. Molly said it would be too weird to lust after her sister’s boyfriend. I smiled and redoubled my efforts to touch her every chance I got. Hey, I’m a guy. I finally noticed the slight change in her breathing when I let my hand linger on her bare skin. Her nostrils would flare slightly and if I kept it up, her back would stiffen.

Most days I would go home and stroke myself to several orgasms picturing her in various sexual positions or watching one of the recordings I had made of her demonstrating a dance to her girls. It was wrong but there was something about her that set me aflame. She was different than every woman I had met, but I still could not tell you exactly what about her made her unique.

I met her husband at the Christmas party that first year. I would like to say he was an overweight loser with tiny dick, but Chris was actually a decent guy and in relatively good shape. We got along fairly well. I still thought of him as having a tiny dick, but now I felt a bit guilty when I imagined him trying to fuck Molly with it and her asking if he was in yet. Chris and I started hanging out and often met up for a game of flag football or volleyball. I invited him to go running with me, but he declined citing a bum knee. At the athletic awards event at the end of the year, I was named coach of the year for leading the cross – country team from last place to district champs. I had known they had all improved, but had no idea it was that bad before I started working with them. I had no idea I would be in contention so did not have a speech. Everyone laughed and I started rambling about how poorly I felt the first weeks of coaching had gone.

That first summer I insanely busy as I worked out with the kids and renovated the house I had bought. It was my first house and I had picked it because it was in a great area and needed a lot of work. I did a lot of the work myself as I had worked construction in the past. A friend of mine is a designer and had helped me with the plans so it looked great. My friends and family would come over to help on the weekends, including Molly and Chris. Well, Chris helped while Molly fussed over us, bringing up drinks when we looked too hot. Which is laughable as we were working in Texas in the summer. Just standing still in the sun can cause heat stroke. She also worked with some of the other wives to coordinate meals for the crew.

For three years Molly and I continued our little game. I dated a few women, but never took one to bed. Some were gorgeous, but I couldn’t see myself spending day after day with them due to personality conflicts. The other women meshed personality wise but I had no desire to sleep with them.

If I happened to be talking about one of my dates around her, Molly would abruptly walk away. I would have thought she would be glad to know that I was celibate. After the first time, I did my best only to answer questions about my dating life when she wasn’t around but that was not easy with the old gossip constantly pestering me for details. I knew this wasn’t a simple infatuation I had for her, but she seemed happy with Chris so I never made a move.

We would sometimes get a group together and go dancing. To save money we often met at my place and carpooled, with Chris and I switching off as designated driver. Molly and I spent the majority of the night on the floor together with Chris watching as he always complained the old knee injury kept him from keeping up with the wild dancing Molly liked. On the dance floor, Molly would dance very close to me, looking up at me and playfully batting her eyes as she rubbed her breasts against my arm and back. Then she would grind her lovely ass against my groin. The way she flowed with the music had every guy’s attention but she only danced with me. By the end of the first dance my hard cock would be pressed against her. The more she drank, the more she would grind against it with her green eyes burning into me. Molly took breaks and would sit with Chris for a song or two, but she was watching me the whole time. When we did part I had dozens of women eager to take her place. Whenever my new dance partner would get too friendly she would reappear to claim her place in my arms. When I took a break, she would cling to my arm and escort me back to our table, or the bar. She would even walk me to the bathroom if I needed to go.

I always wondered what Chris thought as his wife would plaster her body against mine, but his face never showed any jealousy. We would laugh and joke in the car on the way back to my house. Maybe they fucked like rabbits after our nights out so he was too busy looking forward to an all-nighter with his wife.

Molly discovered that my birthday was a few weeks away and informed me that she was taking me out on the town. I smiled at her bossy nature, but the thought of spending the night dancing with her made me agree. She beamed at me and said she had lots of plans to make. Plans? This sounded like it was going to be a much bigger deal than turning 35 required but looking at the glow emanating from her I couldn’t say no. As the days ticked by, Molly tried to tease me about “the big day” but I successfully played it cool. The day before the party she informed me that her sister was coming with us; then sternly told me that I was not allowed to sleep with her. I was shocked, as Molly had never before mentioned my sex life directly. I chuckled awkwardly and said that was between her sister and me. Molly’s green eyes glowed with a fire I had never before seen and she said if I ever wanted to speak to her again I would not sleep with her sister. I was taken aback by the fury in her voice and noticed she was shaking slightly. Wow. I knew from past experience that sisters are competitive, but I was still shocked by the raw emotion flowing from Molly. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and promised I would behave.

Megan, her sister had other plans. From the moment the limo picked me up (Yes, Molly hired a limo so we could drink ourselves silly) Megan was all over me like a dog in heat. She laughed at every one of my corny jokes (even the ones that were meant to elicit groans not laughter), leaning against me and resting her hand on my arm or leg while she did. She kept my glass full of the champagne Molly had brought to celebrate my “big day” as everyone referred to it.

Megan favored her sister considerably. Both were slim, athletic with a full C or small D cup. Megan was brunette with a slight tan while Molly was a red head whose skin refused to absorb any sun no matter how long she sat out. Megan’s eyes were a sparkling blue compared to Molly’s vibrant green eyes. Molly was an inch taller and Megan was two years older. Megan was wearing a strapless dress and every time she leaned into me I was amazed her breasts didn’t tumble out. Due to the very pronounced bumps in the front of her dress, I was reasonably certain she was not wearing a bra and would have to be careful not to get too crazy on the dance floor or they would make an appearance. Being a guy, I would not have complained, but I had promised Molly I would not have sex with Megan. Both women had cute button noses and nice full lips. Megan had a few freckles on her cheeks, but Molly’s cheeks were free from any mark as if they had been sculpted by an artist.
Molly was sitting across from us in the limo, next to her husband, and glared at her sister the entire ride. It was not the most comfortable place I had found myself in. Nor was it the most awkward situation I had been in, I ruefully thought to myself as I remembered a weekend spent in a lake house with my lover and her mother, my ex-lover. I found myself smiling at that thought and Molly’s scowl deepened. I shrugged sheepishly and she turned to talk to one of the other guests while Megan tried to monopolize my attention. Slowly the limo filled up with friends as we made our way through bottle after bottle as each new group of friends insisted on toasting me.

We went to an upscale club downtown and Molly announced had reserved the VIP room for our party. I was blown away at how much money she was spending and clumsily offered to pay half of the night’s festivities. I knew Chris made good money, but this had to be extremely expensive. Molly giggled and said the owner of the club was a friend and he had arranged the limo, so it only cost a fraction of what I was imagining. I knew we had downed at least a case of bubbly in addition to the other costs, so I guiltily offered to pay for that. Chris overheard me and said they were collecting from the other guests to cover any liquor costs. I wasn’t convinced but I had made the offer so my chivalrous nature was assuaged.

Once inside, Megan dragged me to dance floor before we could order drinks. I didn’t complain as I was rather tipsy from all the champagne in the limo ride. In no time, she molded her body against mine. I noticed her tongue flick against her lips; then she slowly ran it over them. While she wasn’t as good of a dancer as Molly, every one of her actions was meant to arouse and seduce. My cock went from slightly happy to fully erect quickly. Her eyes widened as she felt it. Her blue eyes darkened and she spun to face away from me and pressed her firm ass against my erection. My hands were on her hips. Apparently that was not enough for Megan as she placed her hands on mine and slowly slid them around her hips to her stomach and up to just beneath her breasts before moving them back to her side and down to squeeze her as much of her ass as was possible with the way she buried it in my groin. She moaned as my hands continued roaming over her body. She looked at me over her shoulder and yanked my head down for a steamy kiss. I knew I was in deep trouble, but my dick was thinking that it wasn’t a bad situation to be in. With all the alcohol, I decided to listen to him.
After thirty minutes of dirty dancing, I was jolted back to the present when Megan’s right hand began stroking my cock through my slacks as she pulled me down for another passionate kiss. I was shocked when I felt her warm hand slip into my fly and firmly grasp my swollen member. I didn’t pull away as I was painfully erect and in need of release. I heard a few cat-calls and looked up to see who was watching our show. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Molly’s shocked expression before she whirled away and disappeared into the crowd. Damn. I had been flattered by the attention and let my other head do the thinking. I leaned toward Megan and said I had to use the rest room. I disentangled myself from her and headed off in the direction Molly had. I found her in the hallway, facing away from me. “Molly, I . . .” My words died in my throat when I saw the tears marring her perfect cheeks.

“You promised!” she growled and lunged at me, hurling her small frame into me. I took a step back and raised my hands in surrender as she pounded her fists against my chest. I was too stunned to speak or move to defend myself. After a few minutes, her blows ceased and she wrapped her arms around me sobbing against my chest. I was finally broken from my shock and wrapped my arms around her. She tightened her grip on me, causing me to wince.

“I’m sorry.” I muttered. It was all I could say and rather than soothe the blubbering woman in my arms my words only made her bawl more. Great job, Jarod! Rather than risk making it worse, I ran my fingers through her hair and simply held her while she cried. I knew Megan would be wondering where I had disappeared but I was more concerned with the woman in my arms. Finally Molly’s sobs subsided and she stepped back. Tears still streamed down from her shimmering eyes, but she was clearly trying to pull herself together so she could say something.

“I’m sorry. I know it isn’t fair to you. I’m married, but I can’t STAND the idea of you being with her.” Molly wiped her eyes, and I did my best to look abashed. “She always does this. I doubt she wants you, she just wants to take you from me!” My mouth dropped open. Did she realize what she was saying? Sure I was extremely attracted to her but had never acted on it and I had no idea she had feelings for me as well. Looking back, I can see it now but in the moment I was certain I was simply projecting what I wanted her to feel. After all, she and Chris seemed so happy, so there would be no room in her heart for me. I am very dense when it comes to a woman’s thoughts.

I realized I was standing there gaping at her, and attempted to will myself to say something. Preferably something smooth and charming. But nothing came out of my mouth. Molly shifted back and forth on one foot while staring up at me. My mouth moved, but no words came from my lips. Tears still fell from her eyes, but the flow had lessened. I took solace in the fact that at least she could see the shock on my face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You’re single and so is Megan. You can do what you want,” she mumbled bitterly. “I’m drunk, so let’s just forget this talk. Okay?” She tried to paste a smile on her face, but I could see that it failed to reach her eyes. I stepped forward to hug her again, but Molly pushed past me and headed back to the dance floor.

I sighed heavily and headed to the bathroom. My shirt was wet where she had cried into it and I did my best to dry it. I didn’t want Megan to know that our actions had brought tears to her sister. Satisfied that I had gotten most of it, I made my way to VIP area and ordered a stiff drink. The waitress brought it quickly and I downed it before she finished distributing the round so I ordered another. Molly was nowhere to be seen, so I sat and mingled with our friends and was drinking steadily until Megan found me and dragged me back out on the dance floor. Despite her best efforts, I wouldn’t respond the way I had during our first dance. I could feel her growing frustrated with my lack of reaction, but my mind was filled with the sight of Molly standing there waiting for me to reply. I chastised myself for freezing up. During my “wild phase” I prided myself on being smooth and suave. I was never at a loss for words and could sling a line of B.S. at a second’s notice.

I noticed Megan had stopped moving, so I looked down at her questioningly. Clearly I had missed something in my reverie and it had infuriated her. It seems the sisters shared a short temper. Her hands were on her hips and I could see her eyes smoldering with barely constrained fury. “I asked if you fucked my bitch of a sister!” Megan yelled, drawing the attention of everyone around us. Suddenly, everyone was standing around watching.

“No,” I growled. “And never call her a bitch in my presence.”

“Then what happened?” her voice grew louder as she ranted. “You couldn’t keep your hands off me and then bam! I might as well be dancing with my brother. Are you gay?”

“Nothing happened. I just have something on my mind. And I’m not gay.” I growled through gritted teeth. I was losing my cool. While I may not have been attentive to her during our dance, my dick certainly had and was as hard as I had been all night so clearly my body was paying her the attention she craved. I turned to walk away, but Megan grabbed my arm. I glared at her hand, but she refused to take the hint.

“Damn it, talk to me! I thought you liked me! Now you seem like a different man,” she whined. The crowd had gathered closer, watching the show and trying to hear every word.

I leaned in to her and spoke softly but firmly in her ear, “I am not getting into this here. Follow me and we can talk.” With that I jerked my arm away from her grasp and headed back to our area. I sat with my friends and we laughed about my impending demise. I tried to take it easy on the booze, but the waitress brought me a double every time no matter what I said.

I didn’t see Megan again until we were all piling into the limo. She refused to look at me, so I rolled my eyes. I helped the ladies stagger into the limo and then turned to help arrange one of the guests across the back seat as she was sound asleep in her husband’s arms. When Megan and I wound up sitting on opposite ends of the bench, Molly quirked her eyebrow at me. I shrugged and soon had a fresh glass of champagne in my hand. I sipped it slowly, but both Megan and Molly seemed determined to outdrink the other. Megan leaned forward and whispered something to the driver. As we made our way back toward our side of town, the limo took an unexpected exit. I looked at Megan as we wound through the city but she refused to meet my gaze. “Who lives here?” one of our friends slurred when we pulled up to a large townhouse.

“I do,” Megan huffed.

Chris perked up at this. “I thought you were staying at our place?”

“Not tonight. I have a stomach ache,” Megan replied as she climbed out. She caught her heel on the curb and nearly face-planted. One of the guests laughed, and she strode away angrily. When I turned to face the remaining people Molly was staring at me, with an unreadable expression on her face. I shrugged, not knowing how else to respond. Chris fell asleep as we dropped the rest of the guests off at their houses. Soon, it was just Molly, Chris and me.

I was still trying to get my head around what she had said earlier. Did she really think I belonged to her? Did that mean she was in love with me? I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn’t notice Molly move until she crawled into my lap. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday,” her words struggled to escape her inebriated mind. She leaned in, resting her head on my shoulder and began stroking my face. She reeked of booze. It was the first time I had seen her get this drunk. “I had planned on giving you a lap dance at the club, but then I got jealous.” I was shocked how easily I understood her drunk speech. “How about I give you a rain check?” she giggled and pushed her breasts into my face. I was starting to sober up, but couldn’t resist burying my face in her cleavage. This was Molly. The woman I had lusted over for years. I rubbed my face across her smooth skin as I inhaled her scent. God she smelled good! I nuzzled her breasts, kissing every inch of exposed flesh. Fuck, even the taste of her sweaty skin was amazing. I kissed my way up to her neck and heard the most delicious groan escape her lips. I raked my teeth across her collarbone and felt her shiver against me. Her hands grabbed my face and tilted it up as she crushed her lips against mine. The kiss was far better than anything I had imagined. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, causing me to groan and wrap my arms tightly around her.

I knew I should stop. This was wrong. While I wanted Molly desperately, I didn’t want her like this. It seemed too seedy to do it for the first time in the back of the limo with her husband softly snoring only a few feet away, but I was lost in the moment. I would have laughed at these romantic notions a few years ago, but Molly deserved better. Molly hiked her skirt up, exposing a tiny red thong and straddled my quickly re-growing erection. She ground against it as we devoured the other’s tongue and all other thoughts fled my mind. My hands cupped her fantastic backside. I groaned as I felt those naked luscious orbs in my hands. I squeezed and mauled her ass as we passionately kissed. I could feel her wetness soaking her tiny thong when I reached down to pull her tighter against me. I had to stop this, and I had to do it NOW. Luckily, the limo had reached my house before things got too far out of hand. I noticed the divider was down and the driver was watching me make out with another man’s wife. He didn’t say anything, but he wouldn’t look away either. Seeing him watch us sobered me up enough to stop. Molly fought me as I pushed her off me and crawled out of the limo. She mewled and begged me not to leave. It tore my heart to hear her pleading, so it took every ounce of willpower to leave her there. I was actually amazed that I was able to do it. I smiled and thanked her for a great night.
I walked up to the driver and handed him a $50.00 thanking him for a great night and his discretion. Yeah, it was a slimy thing to do, but I didn’t want Molly’s reputation to suffer from my lack of self-control. And I definitely didn’t want Chris finding out.

 

Hard to read

I know people say it's better to post stories over here, but to read a long story is quite painful. Just to scan thru here on a story I've read before made things difficult. Don't fully make the switch over here please.

And tell us more about Molly soon!!

 

To clarify

Sorry, it's late, and I'm tired. That is to say, its hard to read a long story in the forum compared to the story board. HunterTX has a great writing style that's very pleasant.

 

Nice beginning. You maybe should have worked your background material into the story itself. That was a lot to read and then find yourself at "chapter 1". Good start none the less. Nice plot ideas. The sisters sound hot. I hope he ends up fucking them both together.

 

Good story, can't wait to hear the reat of it.

 

I thought about that, but I so rarely talk about my past that I didn't tell Molly most of it until last year. I made it a separate chapter on the story site so people who were not intersested could skip it.

I wish I were creative enough to come up with a work of fiction this complex.

Yes, they are exremely hot. My descriptions barely do them justice.

*SPOILER* I have only slept with one and will most likely never sleep with her sister.

Apologies for the delay in posting. I took a trip into the woods to relax after school let out. There is nothing like being out in nature to soothe my soul. When I returned to the forum, I was captivated by "Nascent" by clarisse. It is an amazing body of work. When I get more time (ha ha!) I hope to make my way through the other two novels. I hope to have the reworked chapter two posted before the holiday.

 

Chapter 2

I was ashamed of my actions in the limo and since classes had let out for Christmas break, I went home the next afternoon. I was afraid to face Molly. Hell, I couldn't even bring myself to talk to her. What if she remembered what had happened and was furious with how I had taken advantage of her? She called twice while I was away and I let it go to voice mail both times. I called when I knew she would be busy and left a message for her letting her know I was out of town and wouldn't be able to talk as I was busy with friends and family. Megan called as well, but didn’t leave a message. I didn’t call her back, and had no desire to do so. What could I say? That I was infatuated with her married sister and even though it was never going to go anywhere, I could never be with her as I knew it would hurt Molly too much? Yeah, that would go over well. I knew I should do something, but had no idea what, so I hid. But at night I would lay awake feeling an impending sense of doom.

Chris called when I got back in town and insisted I come over to watch the playoffs with him. I couldn't decline without say I was avoiding his wife, so I headed over. I was a wreck as I imagined a thousand different scenarios that ended with me in the ER after Chris beat me senseless. Thankfully, Molly was out, so that was one worry resolved. Chris welcomed me heartily and despite my trepidation, nothing was said about that night. Could it be that he didn't know? Or perhaps he didn't care as I did finally put a stop to things.

To distract myself from the situation with Molly, I buried myself in my coaching duties. The spring season was rapidly approaching and half of our runners had a good shot at making it all the way to state, something that had never occurred. The most our school had sent to state before in the same year was three, so I was excited to help the team. I still had a free period first thing, so I volunteered to show up at school at 5:30 AM to run doubles for anyone who wanted the extra time twice a week. Nearly everyone showed up the first morning, so I had to ask one of the trainers to come in to help. As usual, I ran with the kids. They told me it pushed them to do better and all of them dreamed of the day when they would lap me in a race.

I had a tradition where I challenged all the new runners to a race the first day of work outs. Knowing I would be smoked in a short distance, the race was three miles around the track. I usually won, instantly gaining their respect and they were quick to listen when I promised to make them faster. Each year, at the end of the season I would race the entire team. The deal was that anyone who lapped me during the race was rewarded with a steak dinner at my expense. It had been close, but so far I had not paid out on the bet. This year, it looked like several would be eating on my dime.

One Friday, after a morning session, I was called into a meeting with the athletic director and principal. The AD had caught me locking up the track and I was still covered in sweat, but he said it wouldn't take long so I followed him to the principal's office. I was annoyed at having to remain in my drenched work out gear, but my mood changed when I found out I being promoted to a full coach! It wouldn’t go into effect until the new school year but I would get a much larger stipend and be able to get bonuses based on the team’s performance under the new contract. I was on cloud nine as I headed for the locker room to shower.

I was so happy I nearly walked past Molly who was scurrying in the opposite direction. Molly laughed and said, "We had to stop meeting like this."

I chuckle and shared my good news. “I’m being promoted to coach next year!” Molly squealed and flung her arms around my neck despite the fact I was still quite damp from my sweaty workout.

“EWwwwwwww! You’re all sweaty,” she whined. “Now I’m going to smell like wet dog all day long!” She kept her arms out to her sides, not letting them touch her clothes. It was rather adorable.

I laughed and grinned at her, “I’m heading to the showers to clean up. You can join me if you want.” I wiggled my eyebrows for added effect.

Molly punched my arm, but the smile and blush that spread across her face let me know I had gotten to her. “You wish, perv! I bet you wouldn’t know what to do with me if you got me naked.”

My mind flashed back to our make-out session in the limo, causing my cock to stir. We had never talked about that night, but I had cum countless times imagining what could have happened. What I had desperately wanted to happen. To divert my mind from dwelling on those thoughts and more importantly to keep my cock from growing any more in my thin running shorts, I drolled, “Oh I’m sure I could figure it out. I AM a science teacher after all.” I winked at her and was pleased to see her blush deepen. I always found it adorable how easily I could make her skin flame crimson. Plus she looked ridiculously cute when she did.

She giggled and turned, “Too bad I have a class to teach. I guess you will just have to use your imagination.” She added the extra swing to her steps as she walked away that I knew would be there. I always looked and she always turned to watch me enjoying her strut. I made it into the locker room without anyone noticing my semi-hard cock. I locked the doors behind me and stripped. It wouldn’t do to have a student walk in while I was naked. While there was no rule against it, I was keenly aware of the wave of claims against teachers and did everything to ensure that I would never be in a situation that could be construed as inappropriate. In my three years of teaching, there was only one questionable incident.

As I stepped into the shower, my mind began picturing Molly joining me. My dick stiffened as my mind played out the events. I had shaved the night before, so I knew my cock would be very smooth. I had started shaving at the behest of one of my conquests. I found that I liked the feel and had fewer issues with tangling while running so I kept up the man-scaping. I debated taking care of business, but could not think of a way to explain why I was masturbating in the boy’s locker room if I was caught. So I resisted the urge as my fantasy played out in my head. Molly sauntered into the room, wearing only her blouse that was tenuously held in place by one button just below her fabulous breasts. She gave me a sultry smile and said she decided that she needed to get cleaned up as well. She slowly reached for the button and slid it through the slit before turning her back to me and letting the garment slide off her shoulders. I was soon fully hard at the thought of bending Molly over and plowing her from behind as the water cascaded over her as she writhed and bucked as I impaled her.

My body had continued the shower while my mind was fully engaged in the illicit daydream. I was lathering shampoo in my hair when I heard a gasp behind me. I whipped around to see Alyssa Hardin and Christie Jacobs, two senior cheerleaders standing there in full uniform. The two were an improbable pair. Alyssa was tall, blonde and well tanned. She was very attractive and knew it. Christie was a head shorter than Alyssa with dark brown tresses and pale skin. She was cute, in a nontraditional way but thought herself an ugly ducking. Alyssa was bold and outgoing while Christie was passive and clung into the shadows. but somehow they were best friends. I froze with my hands on my head while they looked at me. My brain screamed at my body to move, but it refused to comply. “Oh my god! Coach White! Look Chris, he shaves his cock. It looks HUGE,” Alyssa said. her words broke the spell and my hands dropped to my crotch. As they did, I noticed both girls had their phones out. Oh shit.

“What are you girls doing in here?” I blurted. “And how did you get in?”

Christie looked afraid but Alyssa just smiled, “The door was open and we came in to decorate lockers for senior week.”

“Bull shit! I locked both doors.” I was wondering how I would get out of this situation without getting fired. True, I had done nothing wrong, but two female students had seen me naked and had pictures to prove it. I could see the headlines in my head. “Tell the truth, how did you get in?” I put a bit more force in my voice, trying to assert myself. Fuck, what would this do to my new contract? “And put those damn phones away!”

Christie squeaked and looked ready to bolt, but Alyssa stepped forward confidently, “The door to the gym was open Coach White. Maybe the cleaning staff unlocked it.” She smiled sweetly at me, and I instantly distrusted the young girl. The look on Christie’s face told me that she couldn’t believe her friend could lie so easily. Both lowered their phones but I could see Alyssa frantically typing away. I was amazed she could do that without looking at the screen. I wanted to snatch the phone from her hand, but I was still standing there naked with my hands covering my slowly softening cock. It was not a job that could be accomplished one handed yet.

I used my authoritarian voice, “Get out of her. I want to see you both in the Principal’s office in five minutes.” I had to get control of the situation and knew that the best way was to tell the truth immediately.

Christie turned to leave, but Alyssa just smiled, “Why don’t you escort us Coach White? That way we can’t run away.” She flashed a hungry look at my hands before giving me that fake sweet smile again. “We can wait right here.”

“Alyssa, I’m not wearing clothes. I need to rinse my hair and get dressed and I can’t do that if you are here.”

“Why not? We’ve already seen your cock. It’s not like you’ll be corrupting us or something.”

“I am not going to willingly expose myself to you girls Ms. Hardin. Now get out of here before I assign you both detention!” Christie scampered out of the locker room, but Alyssa simply smirked.

“How are you going to sign the slip if you can’t move your hands?” She slowly turned and walked toward the door. She stopped just short and turned back to me, “You know it isn’t fair that I got to see you naked and you didn’t get to see me naked. Her hands grabbed the bottom of her skirt and Alyssa slowly lifted it. I forced my eyes closed and heard a throaty laugh. “Oh my. You are just too much fun Coach White. See you soon.” I kept my eyes shut until I heard the door open and shut.

I hurriedly got dressed and ran to the principal’s office. The girls were seated in the outer office. Christie looked nervous, but Alyssa was relaxed and seemed quite pleased with herself. I motioned to the secretary as she was on the phone, and she waved me in. “Jim, we have a problem.” I said as I closed the door. He turned to look at me, so I continued, “I was taking a shower, as I normally do when I work out with the team in the morning, when two girls walked in." I paused, "They saw me naked. I don't know how they got in. I made sure to lock both doors but they claim the door to the gym was open.”

Jim plopped down in his chair heavily, “Damn it Jarod. This is not how I wanted to start my day.”

I sat across from him and looked down, “Like I wanted this?” I sighed heavily, “It gets worse." He motioned for me to continue, "Both had their phones out and I’m fairly certain there are several pictures of me completely naked winging their way through cyberspace.”

“Oh fuck. After the incident last year the school board is going to flip! How could you let this happen?”

“What should I have done? Taken their phones? I couldn’t do that without exposing myself to them again.” I leaned back in the chair and started rubbing the bridge of my nose. This had started out as a great day, but now it was circling the drain.

Jim looked at the monitor and saw the girls seated outside. “I take it those are the two?” I nodded. He leaned closer to the screen, “Is that Christie Jacobs?!?!?!” I nodded reluctantly, knowing where his thoughts were headed. “She’s Sandra Jacobs’ sister, right?” I hung my head and nodded. “The girl who got expelled last year due to you?”

I jerked my head up. My eyes burned with anger as I slowly stated, “No. She was expelled for having sex in the boys’ locker room. I just happened to be the one to catch her. Then she tried to seduce me in my classroom to keep me silent. When that failed, she tried to claim I had assaulted her, not knowing about the new camera system.”

“Fuck Jarod. When you step in it, you really step in it don’t you?” I simply stared at him, not able to dispute his argument. “Okay, get out and send them in. I’ll try to diffuse the situation. Oh, and take the rest of the day off.”

"What? Why?"

"Because this is going to be a shitstorm. You will be a distraction, especially if you are right and there are pictures of you being passed around."

He was right. This was going to be a nightmare. I might even have to move to get away from it. I nodded and headed out. Alyssa looked rather smug as she stood up and waltzed into Jim’s office. Christie was even more nervous than before and dropped her phone as she stood. Without thought I bent down to pick it up, as being a gentleman was hardwired into my DNA. I handed it back to her and she hit the button to check that it still worked and I saw that her screensaver was a shot of me naked. Damn if it didn't look like I had posed for it. She blushed and then scurried into Jim’s office before I could say anything.

I drove home, trying to figure out how the girls managed to get into the locker room. The cleaning staff didn’t work in that area of the school until after lunch. I knew the other coaches’ routines and they all were teaching during first period. The maintenance crew had keys but they always announced themselves when they entered a room. Jim had a key, as did Mrs. King the assistant principal. But I couldn’t imagine either being there much less leaving the door unlocked. The more I thought about, I was convinced that one of them had a key. It had to be Alyssa, she was simply too sure of herself. I knew if I could talk to Christie without Alyssa there I could get the truth. She was a good kid and would do the right thing.

Knowing that I would go crazy if I went home, I turned and headed for the gym. I needed to blow off steam in a big way. Thankfully, I kept a duffle bag in my car. I quickly changed into a second set of workout clothes for the day and slipped in my ear buds before attacking the weight room. I went after each set with a vengeance, trying to get the image of that smug little bitch Alyssa out of my head. An hour later, I was panting and once again drenched in sweat. My arms were quivering with fatigue so I wandered to the water fountain for a break. I slipped my phone from the arm sleeve and checked the dozens of texts I had heard arriving as I pounded out sets. The first was from Molly, "What happened? I heard you were sent home on leave?" Thirty minutes later another had arrived from her, “Why did I just find a picture of you in the shower completely naked on a student’s cell phone?” I groaned, wondering just how bad this was going to be. A few more texts from colleagues, then another from Molly, “Are you okay? I talked to Jim and he told me what happened. Call me. I’m worried about you.” A fourth from Molly had arrived a few minutes ago, "Seriously Jarod. CALL ME."

A few texts from students, mostly female students asking why they were never invited to watch me shower and then one from Jim, “Call me.” I sighed heavily and dialed his number. He had talked to the school board and I was to take a week off. Since Christie Jacobs had videoed the whole encounter, I would not face any reprimand, but there would be a hearing. Great. There was a damned video of me out there. Jim assured me that the phone had been confiscated before she could upload the video. But Alyssa had sent the photos to nearly everyone in the school, hence my imposed vacation. I sat there for a few minutes, simply staring at the phone. I should call Molly so she would stop worrying, but I was too emotionally drained so I texted her that I was fine and would call her later. I tried to stand, but my overworked muscles refused to comply. I took a deep breath and forced them to do my bidding and staggered to the locker room. I avoided the showers, instead heading for the ice bath. I wore my gym shorts into the tank and stayed as long was possible. I still struggled to control my depleted muscles so I decided against changing back into my clothes and simply headed home. The last thing I remembered was lying down on the couch after eating a big lunch.

I was awakened from my nap by insistent pounding on my door. I groaned and rolled over, waiting for the person to give up and go away. After several minutes, I got up and hobbled to the door intending to send the irritating person packing. If it was the press, I was going to rip them a new one. When I opened the door, Molly leaped into my arms. Through her tears, she blubbered that I had told her about my depression after Cindy’s death and she freaked out when I didn’t call her back. Then when she got to my place and I wouldn’t answer she imagined me dying with a bottle in my hand. I stroked her back and told her I was okay. It was the second time in a few months that I had held her as she cried and I struggled to keep the tears from my own eyes. Such a beautiful creature should never shed tears, especially from pain I had inflicted. I reminded her that I had texted her that I was okay. I explained that I had blown off steam at the gym and had fallen asleep on the couch. I led her inside and seated her on the couch. She still clung to me fiercely, but her sobbing slowly subsided. I kissed her forehead gently and said I wouldn’t do anything that stupid again. I rocked her slowly.

When she composed herself, Molly pushed me away and said, “Damn you. You should have called me. I was a nervous wreck! I couldn’t think straight. I skipped dance practice and drive like mad to get here.” She stood and began pacing. “You asshole! Why couldn’t you call me? Just hearing your voice would have put me at ease. But no. You decided a nap was more important. A fucking NAP! UGH, men. Why can’t you think beyond yourselves? I called Chris and told him to come check no you. But did he? Hell no. He said I was overreacting. Okay, so maybe I was but he didn’t KNOW that for sure.” She blushed as she said the last sentence before continuing her tirade, “He laughed at me. My own husband laughed at me. He better not think he is getting anything from me anytime soon! How dare he do . . .”

I stood in her path and grabbed her arms, interrupting her, “I’m fine Molly. See? You had nothing to worry about. I’m pissed at Alyssa and Christie, but I would not hurt myself due to my frustrations. I am in a much better place than I was back then. And I have great friends surrounding me, like the little fireball who stormed into my house a few minutes ago.” I smiled and pulled her under my left arm, “Don’t let thoughts like that get into your pretty little head again, okay?”

Molly hung her head and stared at my rug for a while before whispering, “I can’t lose you Jarod. I know it isn’t right and I love Chris, but if I lost you I’d go crazy.” I hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head. I held her for a few minutes until she looked up at me, “Do you remember that night? In the limo?” Oh shit. Here it comes. I knew I had let it get out of hand. I expected her to yell and scream at me, but she smiled up at me, “When you kissed me, I felt like I was in heaven.” She blushed again, “I know we can’t go any further than that, but I need you to kiss me now. Please? It will let me know for sure that everything is okay.” It was impossible to resist such an offer and I found my lips pressed against hers without thought. It wasn’t like the night in the limo when we were riding an alcohol-infused passion. We kissed tenderly, lovingly. Molly’s hand stroked my chest and I moaned into her mouth. The kiss lasted forever, and was over far too quickly. We were both breathing hard when we drew back. I stared down into her gorgeous green eyes, wanting to etch this moment in my memory forever. Molly blushed and stepped back, “So what does a girl have to do to get a glass of water?”

I laughed and headed to the kitchen to get us both a drink. We sat on the couch again, our legs pressed against each other as we sipped our water. Molly turned to me, “So I have a question.” I turned to face her, “Why did you have a hard on in the shower?” she grinned at me, “Was it because of little old me? If so, I’m sorry for your, um, condition in the photos.” She giggled.

I laughed. Obviously she had studied the photo when she found it. I must admit, my ego swelled thinking about her hunched over her desk staring at the photo of naked me. Wait. Did she say photos?!?!?! “Photos? As in more than one?”

Molly laughed throatily, “Oh yes. Alyssa took about 20. Half were close ups of your manhood." I ground my teeth, wanting to strangle Alyssa, " I must say, it was quite a shock to see that you shave down there. God, I want to feel it to see if it is as smooth as I think it is.” I choked on my water. Was she asking to touch my dick? “But I don’t think that is a good idea.” My face must have shown my disappointment as she laughed, “I am serious. I would start by stroking it and then would have to rub it against my face and, well, you can see where it go from there.” She smiled at me, her eyes glowing with mischief. She licked her lips then looked pointedly at the tent forming in my shorts, “Naughty, naughty. I bet you were thinking of me on my knees sucking that beautiful cock when the girls interrupted you.” I was shocked to hear her call my cock beautiful. She slid closed to me, pressing her breasts into my arm, “Were you stroking it? Did they catch you jacking off?”

“No,” I answered huskily, “I was afraid that I couldn’t explain why I was jacking off in the guys’ locker room.” I shifted, trying to relieve the pressure in my shorts. It was getting crowded the harder I became.

“Mmm, I can understand that. So what were you thinking of?” Her hand slid onto my leg at the edge of shorts. “Were you thinking of me sucking you off?”

“No, I was picturing you bent over, holding the shower pole as I fucked you from behind.”

Her hand slid up my thigh, pushing my shorts with it. “Oh really?” Her eyes shone with laughter and desire. “So you think I would just strip and bend over with no foreplay?” She rolled her eyes, “Men!”

I laughed, “In my fantasy, you came in and told me that you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the limo. You were wearing just your blouse and teased me by giving me glimpses of your body. You said you wanted to show me what would have happened if I hadn’t gotten out. Then you dropped the blouse and stepped up and kissed me.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” She squeezed my thigh, pushing my shorts higher and higher. “I have been thinking about that limo ride. I was so ready for you to fuck me that night.” She kissed my cheek, “Thank you for not doing it. I would have regretted it later.” She cocked her head at me, “You are a nice guy, Jarod.” She leaned in and kissed me again. her hand squeezed my thigh as we slowly poured ourselves into the kiss. “I should go before we get carried away.” Her hand slid up and grasped my dick through my shorts, “And it looks like you have something to take care of.” She grinned wickedly at me as she stood. I groaned and stood as well. I walked her to the door and she kissed my cheek, “Call me tomorrow?” Then she turned and strutted to her car. Damn. She knew how to drive me crazy. I came three times before my lust was sated.

Once my mind was clear, I again started trying to figure out how the girls had gotten into the locker room. I logged into the school system and looked up Christie Jacobs’ address. I took a shower and got dressed then headed over to confront her. I knew she would tell me what I wanted to know if Alyssa wasn’t around. My anger returned as I drove over, so by the time I got to the door I was determined I wasn’t leaving without answers. But it wasn’t Christie who opened the door, it was her older sister Sandra. Sandra, the sister who blamed me for her expulsion.

 

Very good story, keep it cumming

 

Great story keep it coming

 

Wonderful story, can`t wait the rest of it.

 

Awesome story, but I must say, the prologue rings very close to home.